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words
which fall so sweet
are light
floating into moonlight

tears under smiling faces
customer service

ivory fire arks through charcoal dipped clouds.
violet white foam bubbles into each new sibling.
an angry symphony building tempo on a dark day,
bathing the prairie in
hard
cold
cool
droplets

Im watching the storm above
an ant watching heaven tear itself apart

#poetry

It's an almost and you say
that leaving me isnt leaving we
but i dont know
so for now leaving
is just sitting napping
in a chair

letting the paints pool in clear water
is like watching exotic paraffin
slide down a gravity well

#sidethought #poetry

almost the end of national poetry month, here was my submission

https://write.as/cues/i-wrote-in-colored-chalk-today

#Poetry #NationalPoetryMonth #NationalPoetryMonth2021

sitting in a car
the engine idling in park.
my fingers reach then wrap
around the ignition key
turning until it clicks

the engine dies.
subtle undulations become quiet.
warm recycled air settles.

sunlight tickles off fake leather

this break,
this silence before opening the door,
is really special

#poetry

I saw a desert 🏜️
deep within; give me time
you'll see me cross
again.

I saw a rose and picked it.
the petals smelled like rain.
blood met beauty
it's stem is jagged pain.

these snowflakes falling
someday, eventually
will drip down our tombstones.
breaking down the soil.
then one day, generations from now
our children will see
those clouds hovering above
filled with our dissolved bones
then dance, as rain comes
crying down on them

was thinking about a good book #poetry #writeas #100DaysToOffload

https://acererak.writeas.com/comfort

some days im just tired
and on those days instead
I get to go to meetings
so i sleep inside my head
༼´◓ɷ◔`༽

within the lightbulb lived a fly
who swooped and laughed
lived and died.
throughout it's life
the light was warm
the nights were long
and dreams were sewn
to be relived at dawn

it's a work of fiction
thats just what they all said
until the unicorn ran through a column
and knocked its owner dead

it is hard to feel the wind
with the windows closed
to feel the warmth of sunlight
when the curtains shut
to know a book
that you've never read

sonic is the perfect example of getting old
he's not able to die until he runs out of money
or drowns... I guess

if you walk in circles
and should you meet yourself
pat them on the back and smile
It almost always helps 🧟‍♂️